Semua Bab Rebecca : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Williams was outside the house, and stood in front of the bullseye. The sun had set and the night was slowly falling. Stars appeared in the sky one after the other and twinkled as they did. The Duke took out an arrow from the quiver and positioned it on the bow. He drew the nook on the string, moved the fetching on the grip and aimed for the bullseye. He shot the arrow and it landed on the black ring. He shook his head, disappointed that he didn't reach his aim-yellow ring.Thomas, who had been with him, observed his gestures. He knew that his master was a good archer and never missed his target. But that evening, he wasn't playing as he normally did."Your grace," He called him.Williams turned his side and flashed a glance at him. He diverted his eyes to the bullseye and shot the arrow he was holding. It landed on the white ring."I've observing your aim and I've to admit, you've been losing. Neither of the arrows you have shot has landed on either the red or yellow ring. "Are you

George and his wife lay down in the bed. He turned to his side and saw that his wife was already asleep. He had his eyes on her as he slowly removed the duvet. He had his feet on the floor and stood up without waking his wife. He crept to the door and quietly opened it. He snuck out of the room. He climbed down the stairs and walked towards the stateroom. He had got close to the door and saw the person, who her back against the wall. The lady heard footsteps and looked forward. She rolled her eyes when she saw him as he walked towards her. "I almost thought my coming here would be in vain." She said plainly, without making eye contact. "I had things to do." He replied. He stood in front of her and tried to touch her cheek. The lady slapped his hand and scowled at him. "What is with the attitude?" He asked her. "You were with her, weren't you?" She said, being a little jealous. "She still my wife. I can't just leave her." He answered her. He let out a sigh and had his arms roun

Rebecca held Catherine in her arms as they walked in an open field in town. Zita had accompanied her mistress and walked abreast of her. Catherine, who was three months old, babbled as she looked at a butterfly. The butterfly landed on her arm and flew away."Lady Cathy has become a chatterbox these days." Zita said amusingly, pleased with the growth of the child."Ever since she learnt to say something other than crying, she has been cheerful. It won't be long until she says her first words." Rebecca said happily,"Besides, she needed to get some fresh air. Being close to those arrogant women would make her uncomfortable.""Mm! I do agree, Your grace!" Zita supported her."Zita, can I ask you a question?" Rebecca asked her."Yes, you can." Zita replied calmly."You've lived in that house longer than I have and know more than I do. I'm well aware that the Princess and the Duke were once lovers. How deep was their relationship?" Rebecca asked curiously, re

Crystal turned the handle of the door and pulled it open. She entered the house and Christian followed suit. He closed the door and entered the living room."There you are!" Hilda said, relieved that they had returned."Where have you been? You were supposed to be back by lunch?""We got delayed a little. Christian got himself into trouble." Crystal said candidly as removed her hat."Trouble?" Hilda said worriedly."It's nothing serious, Aunt. It was just a misunderstanding." Christian replied."Flirting with the Queen could've made you to spend a night in the dungeon." Crystal said, in a firm voice."But she forgave me." Christian pointed out."As long as you both are home, I am at peace with myself." Hilda said with a warm smile."I will go and have my bath." Christian said as he walked further into the room. He walked through the corridor.Crystal had her eyes on him as he left the room. Hilda watched her keenly."You and my nephew seem

Fiona and Tracey had stopped at a jewellry shop. The horseman got down and helped the women to get out. Fiona pulled the door open and waited for Tracey to enter. They both did. They met jeweller and looked at the jewellery he showed them. "What do you think about this one, Princess? Will it be good on me?" Tracey sought her opinion. She held up a necklace. "Um, it would. It's perfect for an occasion, especially when it's a ball." Fiona replied calmly. Tracey saw that she wasn't enthusiastic as she would about jewels and kept the necklace back in its box. "What's wrong? You don't look happy." Tracey asked worriedly. Fiona glanced at her and shook her head. She had her eyes on the jewellery in front of them. "I'm fine, Mrs Tracey." "You don't like one. Tell me, what ruined your mood? Does it have anything to do with that silly woman?" Tracey suspected. "I would love to deny it but you've already known." F